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Draco Malfoy
Legacy Name: Prince of Slytherin
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Age: 8 years, 1 month, 5 days
Born: March 17th, 2016
Adopted: 8 years, 1 month, 5 days ago
Adopted: March 17th, 2016
Statistics
- Level: 1
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 0
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
What had been a powdered blue sky had become ashen with streaks of charcoal. Large drops of unforgivably cold rain fell down on the bleak streets of the unfamiliar city.
I placed the book I had been reading for the past few hours back on the shelf it belonged. Gathering up my bag and umbrella I soon stepped outside of the warm comfort that the brick walls holding the library up held. It was quite a downpour of rain. I opened by umbrella and looked around for my father, who just so happened to be late. Even though I was 19, separated from the world as a wizard, my father still insisted I joined him on his venture to New York City since his new business that he created after the wizarding wars was expanding to the states. Great, just another reason for him to drag me around and “spend time” with him. That is why I spent so much time hidden in the deep recesses of any library I could find. Luckily, before leaving England I had found the location of the Ney York City library. After heavy insisting I had convinced my father to leave me here for a few hours. And now he was late.
White hair fell in front of my eyes, and I sighed. While I liked the slightly longer look that I had by keeping my hair this way, it was slightly annoying when it fell it front of my eyes. But to be truthful the white blonde of my hair was pleasing against the murky grey of everything else. Except for the young women, standing not too far from me.
She had soft tawny and caramel brown hair that was laced with shades of cinnamon and beautifully yet gently lined her shoulders. Her red jacket stood out against the grey background and her black dress. Something about her seemed almost magical.
I shook my head a bit, forcing those thoughts away. I was curious as to why she was standing there. Was she possibly waiting for someone like I was? Then I noticed she was about to step into the downpour, no umbrella. I quickly closed the gap between us with long strides and held out my umbrella for her to take.
She looked at me with a curious glint in her powder blue eyes. After a moment of silence, she gingerly took my umbrella, our fingers brushing against each other for a moment.
“Thank you, but why?” She asked. She had a foreign accent even though she seemed at home in this giant city.
“Just return it when you can” I said, spotting my father pull up in the black car.
I quickly raced over to the car, getting drenched in the process. Looking out the tinted windows I gave the girl one last look, having left her befuddled. I leaned back in my seat with a sigh. I felt something when I looked at her. Something I had never felt before.